|A view from Presque Isle|
Or is it more than an island?
"Presque isle" means "almost an island" in French, and this peninsular park holds 323 acres of natural beauty. On a sunny Thursday morning, my family and I walked around the perimeter of the park. The park's road along the perimeter was closed to vehicular traffic, as it is for a few hours several times per week, so our daughters were safe to dart to and fro across the street without us worrying about cars.
|Presque Isle's breakwater and lighthouse|
|The lighthouse in the distance|
|Much of Presque Isle's shoreline is composed of rocky cliffs.|
We found the Black Rocks by following the sounds of loud and sudden splashes and people happily screaming until we reached a parking lot where we could go to the left and climb over the rocks or head to the right towards the water. Not knowing that the rocks are accessible by wading into the water and scaling the rocks, I decided to climb over the rocks barefoot and wishing I had water shoes on.
|My daughter waiting for me to jump from the Black Rocks|
|The water was even more clear from the edge of the cliff.|
"This feels lot higher than 15 feet above the surface. What if you slip and bounce off the cliff or accidentally do a belly flop? But those kids did it, so you kind of have to."
I took a deep breath, leaped, and splashed into the cool water below.
|I did not hire a stunt double. I promise.|
I swam back towards the beach, but then decided to climb the rocks again for another jump, this time from a slightly higher spot. Allison then took a couple of turns jumping before I swam back out for one more jump. If the kids were old enough to jump or swim unsupervised, I would have jumped several more times and spent more time swimming. The whole experience was exhilarating.
We toweled off and continued on our walk. I listened to the fading sounds of revelers crashing into the water, wishing I had time for one more leap.